In this court of thorns and roses,There are immense threats that life poses.However, through this endeavour,They spar to undertake and sever.

They, the ingenuous wonder who 'they' are,They are the spirits and psyche that haul you afar,They are the facets that stow you awaken,And the vital force that fore you of the forsaken.

But, though you are stirred,Which is everything except the eerie wind,You still don't possess the viciousness to brawl,Or to discern the phenomena that enable the pneumatic to at least sprawl.

Sprawl, let solitary, its hard enough for you,As an intellect, to understand, to *****,All the thoughts and doubts you wish to abandon,Until by the stupor you understand, that they who you wished to envisage were the omnipotent and his drudges that are abounded.

That almost scared feeling trembling with excitementseeing for the first time you're lovely girl stripping ***** before your eye'sFeeling yourself stirring below on seeing each Item of clothing slowly being removed, moments you had dreamed of as kidSeeing her completely ***** stood before me I must confess one my biggest thrills Was to see her walk totally *****, the gentle movement of her breast as she walked the natural moment of bodyTo me there nothing more beautiful In this life than a ***** lady walking or running In the open aira sight to behold

I feel like meI feel happyIs it that simple?Do I just need to be heldTo be seenTo be kissed and told'I see you''I know who you are'To feel his strong body on top of mineTo have my complexity not only welcomed but celebratedTo be pulled so close in the darkTo feel the sweet safety of himTo be kissed and kissed and kissedDeep and hard and trueTo share emotion and longing through our lips and our tonguesNot through words but through our kisses and our touchYour kisses speak a hundred wordsTelling me what your words cannotStroking my hair, my face, my *******Pulling my *******, bringing me aliveSweet arousal wrapped up in the sweetest holdingStrong and softRough and gentlePain and pleasureYou give me it allExcept you don’t This is a false safety

.Delicious is a word I save for you.Chocolate comes close but feeds me onlyFamine. Your skin is blest three times,Once for new redolence. Bay leavedTo the core, you proffer memoriesWhich chamber the years in round rooms,Opening freely into rouge galleriesOf spice. Secondly, it is soft as summerWater. It draws itself toward touchLike ripples skipping over a sweating pond,Lapping its way towards the creamy shore.The third gift of your skin is the colourOf desired destination, an instrumentWhich maps the mirror of a universe,Because you are deckled with stars so heady,You are wet smoke from drooling galaxiesAnd rose white fathoms of sky, they are pooling,And pulling me with force so fulsomeAs to be almost—Tasteless.

The firm green bread of spring,The blue blood of heaven and the milkySun, these are your flavours all intermingled,And three piquant senses speak to my tongue;I smell, I touch, I taste— you are,Delicious..

I like your crooked teeth.And how they taunt me.Bothering and provoking.Unwinding me slowly.Sharp and angled precariously like church steeples.Blasphemous teeth.And how they subdue me.A smile that mocks my desire.One that makes me feel unworthy.Unmatched and unwanted.And I fantasize our first kissWe are one centimeter apartSpirits connected through heartA mess of heavy syncopated breathsThe vibrating pulse under the mass of your *******Tempting liquid lipsLanguid and flowing like liquor above a cupWe are sloppy and missing the curves of the rimThe air becomes a target for every tantric touchThe proximity Thick With Our Invisible ****My eyes scale the jagged curves of your frameHands feigning and groping and stuttering like staccatoYou tremble under my caress with much vibrato.And you are mine.Except in reality,you won't spare me a second of your time.